#worm-ler

[qtipper]

"a talking worm? why yes, what else am I?"

Name: Worm-ler

Pronouns: he / it

Age: ???

Role: Mascot

Personality: Hmm, how would a worm act? a small, spiteful, judgemental and polite little creature. pretty damn strong for a worm. (he can yield weapons.)

when I say he eats everything, he eats everything. give him a chair, he'll eat that. give him a whole cabin, he'll also eat that, only if you ask nice enough.

short, short-tempered, short-term memory loss. he will not remember you for the hell of it. unless you're someone prominent to him, maybe he will!

don't provoke him, you won't see the end of it.

Likes: dirt, nature, fruits, rotten fruits, weaponry, popping out of quite literally nowhere, slithering into places he shouldn't be in.

Dislikes: you (moderately), bread, frogs, mirrors, getting into fights, being patronized, wood – it gives him splinters.

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Someone please please please please write a fic with Machine Herald Viktor and Hex Jayce (ie, post s2 timeline hopping jayvik) where Viktor uses his hexclaw to tickle Jayce,,,

OR uses his hexclaw to pin Jayce's arms so he can tickle him with his hands

I'll draw it.

[askthewanderler]

Psst! Hey! Take a look at this!

I actually own a worm on a string. His name is Whiffer.

Say hi to Whiffer!

[basil--the--plant]

Everyone on this app is always shit posting. What if I want to heritage post. Rapunzel hair dye weed smoking girlfriends everyone clapped what about that. Have you considered? Um. The onceler? Idk

[cloudysfluffs]

just saw the beetlejuice sequel.......delores wanted to wreck that man (beetlejuice) so bad. thank you goodnight

just saw beetlejuice the musical live......btj wanted to wreck that man (adam) so bad. thank you goodnight

[thetiniestrhino]

Tumblr is a trip, I swear. All these lees out here confessing their worst spots, their secret tickle nightmares, all of the insidious, teasy ways to worm into their heads... And then they TAG it, just to be sure the feral ler pack that lurks the site can find it.

Makes me think of nothing so much as a flock of innocent sheep, typing away on their phones. "Feeling EXTRA tender and juicy today, hope nobody takes a bite!" #wolves don't read #wolf bait #wolf bite #so tasty #abskbababa I'm in danger

Meanwhile the wolf pack sits on the nearby mountain, incredulous at what they're reading - But taking copious notes.

Don't worry - I'm not a wolf, I'm a rhino. I'm not going to eat you. I hunger for... Something else. Your strained laughter, your shreiks of surprise and terror, your futile struggles as I overpower you en route to tickle hell. I am in fact STARVING for it... And you wrote me the recipe? Unbelievable. But I'm not complaining.

Better hope you never encounter me. Y'all sound... Tasty. 😈

[itzsana-kiddingmenow]

random thought i had- so chan's like the biggest ler ever right?? i was just thinking he never teases by saying "is it ticklish~?" like the others do and in that one meme interview the members were talking abt how they treat innie as the maknae. i noticed he said "we hug him, we kiss him, we..." then he trailed off. what if he can't say the t word in english or korean?? that would be so cute!!

say it~

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 1.5k

𝙖/𝙣: BAHAHHA SURPRISE BITCHES <3 fic for youuuuu!!~ happy 7th debut anniversary, skz :D, sorry if this is crap bc i still do have a fever URGHHG

𝙩/𝙬: rough tickles, use of camera, channie is just so cute

𝒍𝒆𝒆: chan

𝙡𝙚𝙧: skz

𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕: @someone-who-loves-kpop-saranghae @jeonginsdiary @leeknowstan33 @v--143 @wereallgonnadieonedaybutnottoday @inkytornpagess @lajanaa @a-wild-seungberry @channieissocute125 @soap143 @seungsluvv @skznccmlee @moony-9 @sunny-117 @minnielvrr @reginald-stay09 @lunalattae @just-hyunlix-things

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

"Wait, no, no—WAIT! GUYS!" Chan's voice cracked as he struggled against the hands pinning him down. He had no idea how he had gotten into this position, but based on the grins that faced him, it had been set up for some time.

“You all suck so bad,” Chan gritted out, tugging at his arms. They weren’t budging.

“No, hyung,” Jeongin sing-songed, cracking his knuckles dramatically. “We love you. That’s why we’re doing this.”

Chan was about to retort when Jisung wiggled his fingers threateningly over his ribs. The reaction was instant—his stomach clenched, breath hitched, and his entire body tensed.

“Oho, he’s already reacting,” Jisung cackled, nudging Changbin. “We haven’t even touched him yet!”

Chan squeezed his eyes shut, praying for a miracle. He could handle this. He was a grown man. He could—

“Aw, he’s all scrunched up! Like a little worm!” Felix cooed. “Are you ticklish, Channie?”

“Guys—wait, we can talk about this,” Chan tried, already feeling the panic set in as he tugged uselessly at his arms. He could feel his cheeks burning at Felix's comment.

“Nope, no talking,” Minho smirked, settling comfortably beside him. “We all agreed. You work too hard, you stress too much, and we need to remind you how to relax.”

“This is not how relaxation works—!” Chan yelped mid-sentence as a single finger trailed down his exposed side, his whole body jolting.

The chorus of evil little giggles around him made his stomach drop.

“Hyung, you know you can’t fight all of us,” Seungmin said from above, his grip on Chan’s wrists tightening. “So just be good and take your punishment. You know you deserve it.”

“I—I haven’t done anything wrong!” Chan whined, already laughing from nerves alone.

“Oh, you have,” Jisung grinned from beside Minho, eyes sparkling with mischief. “You never take a break, you refuse to let us help you, and—” he leaned in, his lips curving into a slow smirk, “—you get super flustered when we make you say that word.”

Chan’s heart skipped. “W-What word?”

They were evil. Absolute menaces. Because Chan did know what to say. But they also knew that saying it made him want to curl into a ball and disappear.

“Come on, Channie, you know what we’re talking about,” Felix grinned, fingers flexing in the air threateningly. “Your word...you know, the one you hate saying so much but love at the same time?”

Chan's face turned bright red.

Hyunjin gasped dramatically, clutching at his chest. “Hyung, are you...embarrassed?”

“I—” Chan struggled, eyes darting from one member to the next, only to realize every single one of them had the same evil look in their eyes.

They knew. They all knew. Of course they knew.

"Why are you doing this to meee—" Chan whined, trying to block out their teasing grins.

“Oh, we’re just doing a little experiment,” Hyunjin drawled, stretching dramatically before wiggling his fingers ominously above Chan’s torso. “You see, our dear leader is always working so hard, always so serious. We think it’s time he lets loose.”

Felix leaned down, voice soft and teasing. “You know what it is, right?~”

Chan clamped his mouth shut, shaking his head violently.

“Nope, not falling for that,” Changbin chuckled, ruffling his hair. “We’re gonna make you say it.”

“A lot,” Jeongin added. "And we all know you love it~"

Chan opened his mouth to deny it, but before he could, ten fingers dug into his ribs at once.

"N-NO!!" Chan screeched. Because of course he wasn't ticklish...

"NAHAHAAHHAA!! THIS IS SO UNFAHAAHAHAHAIR—FUHUHUCK MIHIHIHINHO STOHOHOHOP!!" Channie howled, his arms puling uselessly, his whole body writhing in ticklish agony.

"Ohhh, so cute~" Minho teased, his hands darting down to Channie's hips, while Seungmin moved to his ribs. "Let's tickle him more."

The attack doubled in intensity. Seungmin had found a viciously effective spot just beneath his ribs, while Jisung, ever the little menace, was kneading at his stomach with the practiced skill of someone who knew exactly where to aim. Minho stayed perched on his legs, his fingers lazily kneading into Chan’s hips in slow, agonizing little circles just to make him jump.

"I CAHAHAHAHAHAN'T!! I CAHAHAHAHANT SAY IT!! OHOMYGOD STAHAHAHAHHAHAAPPP!!!"

“Maybe we should help him out,” Minho hummed, smirking as he leaned in closer. “We’ll say it for you—”

“Tickle, tickle, tickle~” Jisung sang, wiggling his fingers tauntingly over Chan’s stomach.

Chan let out the most humiliated squeak, shoving his head into his bicep as he squirmed away from the many hands tickling every sensitive spot on him.

"IHIHIT'S SO BAHAHAHAHHAHHAD!!" wailed Channie, wiggling, his wide grin stretched across his face as he cackled, his face burning red at the simple thought of that one safeword.

Minho’s fingers latched onto the soft, kneadable skin of Chan's sides, pressing in with devastating precision. At the same time, Jisung and Hyunjin launched a seriously mean, synchronized assault on his underarms, while Seungmin focused solely on his ribs, scribbling his fingers in the absolute worst way. The sensation was overwhelming, setting every nerve in his body alight.

"I CAHAHANT TAHAHAHAKE IHIHIHIT!!" Chan was dying. He could barely breathe, his stomach ached from laughing so hard, and he was sure his face was as red as a tomato. But he refused—

“Not gonna say it, huh?” Minho mused. “Alright. Boys, finish him.”

It was chaos. Changbin latched onto his hip bones, massaging the sensitive spots with cruel precision. Felix squeezed at his knees, making Chan howl. Jisung wiggled his fingers under his ribs, and Jeongin skittered all ten fingers down his neck.

"I FUHUHUHUCKING HATE YOU AHAHAHAHAHAHALLLL!!!"

Chan twisted desperately, but the laughter was relentless. His body was burning, the sensations unbearable. He tried to resist, tried to endure—

"IHIHIT—IT—"

But then Minho leaned down, lips right next to his ear. “Just say it, Channie.”

That was the final straw. Between the teasing words and the unrelenting tickles, Chan couldn’t take it anymore.

"IHIHIT TICKLES SO BAHAHAHAHHAHAD!!" He squeaked, his face burning red as he finally got a break, still giggling as his arms were finally free, shoving away the other hands still poking at the soft spots on his belly.

“Oh,” Minho smirked. “That was adorable.”

Chan was a wrecked mess, sprawled out on the floor, his chest rising and falling with every breathless giggle that still fell from his lips. His cheeks were flushed a deep scarlet, and his entire body felt like jelly after the relentless attack. His hands shot up to cover his face as he whined, muffled between his hands.

“I hate you all,” He repeated in a wheeze, but the giggles that still bubbled out of him completely ruined the threat.

The members only laughed at his misery, crowding around him with smug grins.

“Awwhh, Channie hyung, you’re so cute when you’re wrecked~” Seungmin cooed, poking at his ribs just to make him jolt.

“Say it one more time for us, hyung,” Jisung teased. “Come on, just one more tim—”

“NO!” Chan shot up, his hands still firmly pressed over his face as he curled in on himself. “Absolutely not!”

That was when he noticed the devious look on Felix’s face—the way his phone was held up, still aimed directly at him.

Something inside him froze in fear.

“Lixie...” he said slowly, his voice suddenly quiet in a way that made the others snicker. “What…what are you doing?”

Felix beamed, tilting his head innocently. “I just made sure STAYs got to see their precious leader’s adorable cackle fits in real-time.” He said sweetly.

“What?...” Chan’s stomach dropped.

“I posted it to your Bubble~” Felix announced, and Chan’s entire soul left his body.

“YOU DID WHAT?!”

The dorm exploded with laughter as Chan let out a screech of pure horror, scrambling for his phone as his notifications exploded with STAY's reactions. His face was burning as he stared at the comments, every single one of them gushing over how cute he was and, worse—how they would never let him live this down.

He groaned and flopped back against the couch, burying his burning face in his hands again as his members poked and prodded at him, still teasing him mercilessly.

Seungmin continued playing the clips at top volume in Chan's ear just to embarrass him, and it worked. Just listening to his cackles rewind again and again made Chan feel like burying himself in a hole and dying.

“Don’t worry, hyung,” Jeongin grinned. “STAYs love you.”

Chan let out another muffled, utterly humiliated whine, and the members only laughed harder.

[jeonginsdiary]

- Backstage

- Lee! Seungmin | Ler! Jeongin

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Seungmin and Jeongin were teasing each other again. Nothing out of the ordinary. The older had obviously started it, making a snarky comment towards the maknae who obviously bit back with a sassy remark, or a punch to the brunet's shoulder.

Normally, Seungmin would react with a dramatic outburst, or a punch back to the maknae. But this time was different.

As the two were in the backstage room, waiting to perform their newest song, District 9, Seungmin made one of his playful insults yet again. In retaliation, the youngest stuffed his fingers into the crook of the other's neck. He wasn't really expecting much, maybe an over exaggerated yell of pain, but instead he was met with a gasp as the older pressed his shoulder to his ear. I.N was surprised when the boy went completely silent, not even throwing another playful jibe. In confusion, Jeongin merely pushed his fingers in further, shocked with what he heard in return.

A slew of high pitched giggles made its way out of Seungmin's mouth as he kept his shoulders scrunched up tightly. "Stohohop tickling mehehehehehe!” He grabbed onto the maknae's wrist and pulled, trying to get those devious fingers out of his neck.

Jeongin allowed the older to pull his hand away, staring at said boy with wide, incredulous eyes. “Wait, hyung’s ticklish!?” The maknae blurted out.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” Seungmin shrugged, gasping when he was suddenly pushed to the ground.

The youngest sat comfortably on the brunet’s waist. “But just how ticklish are you..?” He asked with an evil grin plastered to his face.

“W-wait!” The older stuttered. “G-get off of me you brat! I swear I’ll get you f-fohohohor thihihihis!” The moment he felt fingers tickling his sides, he crumbled into a heap of giggles.

I.N just ignored him, pressing his thumbs into the boy’s lower sides and rubbing in circular motions, causing Seungmin to choke on a squeal. “GAH! Nohohohohohoooo!” He shoved at the maknae’s arms but couldn’t seem to dislodge those tickling fingers from his torso.

“Where are you most ticklish?” Jeongin asked, trying to worm his fingers into Seungmin’s armpits, but finding it difficult due to the older’s clamped arms. “That’s not fair! Let me in!”

“Nohohoho get ohohohoff of me! I’ll tell Chahahannie hyuhuhuhuhung!!” The boy cried, trying to wiggle out of the maknae’s tight grip.

As if on cue, Chan just so happened to be walking by the two while on his way to get his stage makeup done. “Getting him good?” He asked like a proud dad, causing both Seungmin and Jeongin to perk their heads up. At this distraction, the youngest was able to shove his fingers up the vocalists armpits, satisfied with the shriek the other produced.

“AGH! CHAHAHANAHAHAN HYUHUHUHAHAHAHA TEHELL HIM TO STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Seungmin cackled out, bucking his hips up and twisting from side to side under his attacker.

The leader grinned at the scene. “Just don’t kill him.” He smiled at the two maknaes before making his way towards the stylists.

“NOHOHOHOHO DOHOHOHON’T LEHEHEHEHEAVE! YOU HAVE TO HEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEAHAHA!!” Seungmin yelled, panic in his eyes. He shook his head violently, arms still glued to his sides as Jeongin continued to wiggle and dig into his sensitive pits. “I CAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN’T!” He screamed, and the sheer volume of it finally convinced the younger to pull his hands out from under the boy’s arms.

“Oh god you’re so ticklish. Was that your worst spot?” The boy asked innocently, causing Seungmin’s face to heat up.

“N-no but it’s pretty bad…” The brunet was embarrassed to say the least, especially when I.N’s eyes lit up with excitement.

He scanned the older’s body. “Then where is it?” He grinned before experimenting a little. He poked the upper part of the boy’s ribs.

“Is it here?”

Seungmin flinched and gave a small giggle, but other than that there were no major reactions.

“Here?” This time Jeongin poked the lower part of the vocalist’s ribs, making him jolt rather aggressively. “Ooh good spot?” Said boy teased before taking two of his fingers and pushing them into the area where Seungmin’s ribs started on each side.

The boy jerked upwards, high pitched laughter spilling out of him immediately. “Wahahahahait! Gehehet ohohohoffAHAHAHAHAHAH!!” His hysterics increased when the maknae massaged his thumbs into the area.

“Ooh, so the thumbs always get you,” The younger teased, “How bad would it be if I did this in your armpits instead?” I.N lifted his fingers from the brunet’s ribs, looking for a way he could get into the older’s underarms.

Seungmin absolutely freaked. “Really bad! Please don’t! Nonononono! It’s gonna tickle too much Jeongin, please!!”

Now, I.N knew it would be impossible to make the poor boy willingly lift his arms. He had already tried a variety of tactics, like poking into the brunet’s sides, or tasering his lower ribs again, or giving a quick squeeze to his kneecap, which was by far the most effective. The only problem was that Jeongin couldn’t whirl around fast enough before Seungmin’s hands were protecting his armpits again. “Ugh, you’re impossible.” The maknae groaned, pulling a smug smile from the boy under him.

Oh how he was determined to wipe that smirk off the older’s face.

Without thinking, the youngest stuffed his fingers back into Seungmin’s neck, making said boy scrunch up as he tried to protect both sides of the area. “Stahahahahahap itttt! Yohou’re ticklish hehehere too you knohohohohow! How wohould you feheheel if I dihid this to yohohohohohohou!”

Jeongin just grunted in anger. He knew he was incredibly ticklish on his neck, he didn’t need reminding! Frustratedly, he buried his wiggling fingers deeper into the area just above Seungmin’s collar bones. That spot seemed to get the brunet the best.

On the other hand, the tickling was getting harder and harder to handle for the older. No matter how much he scrunched up or squeezed his eyes shut, it just wasn’t enough. The maknae was already too deep into his neck and his efforts to protect himself only seemed to make it tickle worse. “GEHEHEHET OUT OF THEHEHEHERE! I’m beheing seheheheherious!!” The vocalist yelled. But his helplessness only seemed to motivate the attacker to continue.

“Stop me then.” The younger deadpanned, trying to get further into the boy’s neck despite the brunet’s efforts to block him.

Seungmin could feel the maknae trying to wiggle his fingers deeper in and oh boy did it tickle. In a moment of weakness, the victim forgot all about covering his sensitive underarms. “Okahayokayokahahahahayyy!!” He reached up to grab at the boy’s wrists, his laughter squeaky and nearly silent.

“Gotcha!” Jeongin cheered, rapidly shoving his thumbs into Seungmin’s hollows and kneading the area roughly.

Seungmin went ballistic. “GAH!! NOHOHOHOHOHO STOP!! PLEHEHEHEHAHAHAHA I SAID STOHOHOHOHOPAHAHAHA!!”

“Aww looks like someone can’t handle having their armpits tickled~” I.N cooed, laughing at Seungmin’s violent thrashing and squirming.

The older could only throw his head back in response, laughter being the only sound coming from his mouth. He tried desperately to lift the younger’s hands, or shove his own fingers under Jeongin’s tickling ones, but nothing seemed to work. “I HAHAHAHAHAHATEHAHAHAHAHA—” His voice cut out and his hysterics went silent and he resorted to shaking his head and bucking up as much as he could.

“You hate what?” Jeongin teased, deciding to stop his tickling in hopes of keeping the older alive before their stage. “You hate… me?” He emphasized the me with a poke to the other’s tummy, just below his belly button.

“GYAH!!” Seungmin jerked to the side and grabbed onto the maknae’s wrists. “Nonononono! Okayokay you got me! I’m sorry! I swear I’ll never make fun of you ever again!” The boy tried bargaining with the younger, but unfortunately for him, Jeongin had his mind made up.

“Oh you just gave yourself away~” The youngest smirked, lifting the brunet’s shirt up just enough to expose his whole stomach, then taking all ten of his fingers he carefully poked them into his lower tummy to test the waters.

And Seungmin absolutely screamed. “AGHHH!! WAHAAAAAIT!!”

"Does this even count as tickling? I’m barely touching you!” I.N exclaimed before vibrating his fingers into the boy’s v-line.

“NOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHAHA STAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” The vocalist’s face went red at the ridiculous sounds escaping his lips. “PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE I’M SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Seungmin tried to beg but could barely get any words out, instead clawing at the maknae’s arms in desperation.

Jeongin laughed along with the boy, finding this situation way more entertaining than he should have. For fun, he stuck his pointer finger into Seungmin’s belly button, expecting the area to be less sensitive to give the boy a breather.

Instead he was met with the loudest, most high pitched screech he had ever heard from the older. Even the maknae flinched at the sound, but nonetheless continued to wiggle a finger into the boy’s navel. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you scream like that before!” He teased.

Seungmin had to admit, he was rather grateful when his laughter turned silent. I mean, it was better than I.N hearing the humiliating noises that would have been produced otherwise. But still, it tickled like crazy!

Jeongin was still laughing at the boy who was arching his back as high as he could, before slamming it back down when the youngest would push further in. As if he didn’t know I.N would wiggle deeper in again, Seungmin would proceed to arch his back once more and this process would repeat over and over again. Said boy’s legs kicked wildly as he intentionally kneed Jeongin in the back repeatedly.

“Ouch hyung, that hurts!” The maknae would whine, and poke Seungmin’s outstretched tummy in punishment. Again causing the brunet to come crashing down from his arched position. All the strength in his body was long gone and the boy had resorted to wrapping his hands around I.N’s wrist, too weak to pull that singular finger out.

“Stray Kids, you’re up in five!” One of the staffs called from another room.

The poor boy’s laughter came back for a split second and it was wild and squealy. “WEHE HAHAHAHAHAVE TO—AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!! GOAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JEHEONGIHIHAHAHAHA—!!”

Jeongin finally took pity on his hyung, climbing off of his hips and fixing the older’s ridden up shirt.

“Whahat is wrohong with you! That’s noho way to treat your ehelders. I almost died you know!” The boy panted between leftover giggles.

I.N just laughed and helped the boy up as they made their way towards the stage. When they looked around, there were staff members trying to hide their giggles, or giving Seungmin empathetic smiles.

“What’s going on? Why are they doing that?” The brunet whispered to the younger. Jeongin shrugged, and the two were waved over by the rest of their members who were about ready to head to the stage.

Changbin made eye contact with the two, smiling mischievously. “We heard it all you know.” He grinned, the rest of the boys all mocking Seungmin’s hysterical laugh, and some even mimicking his “Jeongin I’m serious!”, “I said stop!” or some sort of variation. The second youngest’s cheeks turned a bright red as he smacked the maknae across the back hard.

In response, Jeongin poked both of his pointer fingers into the boy’s lower tummy, pulling a squawk from the vocalist and another onslaught of laughter and teasing from the rest of the members.

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i said i was gonna write about how the member’s found out about eachother being ticklish didn’t i😉 i accidentally posted this when it was a rough draft and i swear the private post button disappeared so i had to screenshot the request i’m sryyy😞😞

also i changed the ler from skz to jeongin so i hope that’s ok with the anon but i doubt they’ll even read this cus the request is from like last year…😭

tbh i haven’t written since i posted that last hyunjin fic and i just randomly started writing this last night omg😭😭 but i hope u guys like this idk i think it’s cuteeee

[home-of-the-squirmle]

Ler kit upgrade ✨️💥

[ticklish-n-stuff]

Happy (belated) birthday, Tighnari!

So I originally wanted to post this for Tighnari's bday, but my brain gave out so I finished it in the new year

Happy new year uwu

I tried my hand at writing poly 4ggravate, so sorry if this is ass. I still had fun with it

Hope y'all enjoy<3

Also on ao3

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Tighnari x Cyno x Kaveh x Alhaitham (romantic)

Lee: Tighnari

Lers: Cyno, Kaveh, Alhaitham

Warnings: Tickles!

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Tighnari should’ve known something was up the moment that Alhaitham, of all people, wrapped him up in a hug. Usually, the forest ranger is more perceptive towards his partners’ shenanigans, but being left exhausted from a long day of work made him forget what awaited him back home.

Before he knew it, the taller male brought him over to the couch where his other two problematic- I mean, loving partners awaited him. He was carefully maneuvered to lay down across their laps, his legs draped over the architect, his torso on the scribe, and his head had a perfect view of the general mahamatra’s teasing smirk.

“Hope you didn’t forget your birthday present~”

“Please, this hardly counts as ohoHONE! WAh! You guHUHUYS!” Before the fox could continue complaining, three pairs of hands descended all over him. Kaveh’s hands squeezed delicately over his kneecaps. Alhaitham, always the logical one, would poke and prod at the forest ranger’s torso in such a calculated way that made the fennec want to crawl out of his skin. While Cyno went straight for the kill, stroking and caressing Tighnari’s ears.

All the different sensations across his body was enough to send him into hysterics, unable to get used to the contrasting touches. His legs would flail around, torso squirming like a worm and his ears would flicker, trying desperately to avoid the offending touches. Not like the others would let him wiggle away, and maybe he didn’t REALLY want to get away.

“Hah! See this? I always know how to rile him up. Isn’t that right, Nari?~” Cyno said proudly, the endearing nickname dripping in mock sweetness. He scratched at the base of the fox’s ears, causing the laughter to grow squeakier.

This earned a playful scoff from the blonde “Oh please, that’s nothing”

Tighnari felt his heart drop in his chest when his boots were carefully removed. “Waitwaitwait! Kaveh, don’t- DOHOHON’T!” the forest ranger shrieked, almost nailing the architect in the face when the latter started scratching and squeezing at the pink paw pads along the bottoms of his feet.

“Woah-! Your reflexes are as sharp as always, though I’ll still punish you for almost kicking me~” Kaveh held down Tighnari’s ankles more firmly, scribbling wherever his fingers would reach.

“Pfft, two can play at that game” the general shot back, turning this whole ordeal into a competition all of a sudden. Classic Cyno.

The dark haired male was too busy focusing on Kaveh’s fingers to notice the general grabbing one of his hands and holding it down. Once his glove was removed and he felt the cool air hit his bare skin did he look over to Cyno, eyes widening in dread, knowing what the other was planning.

“Cyno, I swehear- Ihi’ll suffocate you ihin your sleHEHEEP! NAHAHA!” The forest ranger tried yanking his hand free, but it was no use. The white haired male traced all over the pads in his fingers and palm, so gentle yet unbearably ticklish for the fox.

Tighnari squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, anything to try to distract himself from the ticklish sensations along his hand and feet, but the two goobers were too relentless.

Most of the bickering between Cyno and Kaveh had been drowned out by the fox’s laughter, that didn’t mean it annoyed Alhaitham any less. Knowing them, they’d keep this going ‘till archon knows how long…

Suddenly, the architect and the general got distracted by the sounds of… purrs? Their ‘lil competition came to a halt, both of them stopping their tickling to look at Alhaitham, who was currently giving Tighnari some tummy rubs.

“Huh… who would’ve thought that you of all people knew how to get the best reactions from him” Kaveh commented in mock jest, earning an eye roll from the scribe.

Tighnari’s giggling high calmed down, the petting making him grow drowsy. His chest rumbled as his purrs grew louder when Cyno joined in, rubbing at his ears. The nail in the coffin was when Kaveh gently massaged the paw pads on his feet, sending Tighnari into bliss. His eyes slowly fluttered shut until all that could be heard were his soft snores and purrs.

Kaveh had to hold himself back from squealing at the sight, whereas Alhaitham, he umm… at least looked satisfied with this new turn of events. More peaceful than the previous bickering, that’s for sure.

Cyno leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on the fennec’s forehead before whispering a sweet ‘Happy birthday’ against his partner’s ear. A warm smile graced the sleeping male’s face, curling up in his boyfriends’ laps like a true fox. What a perfect way to end such a special day.

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I hope I post Wanderer's bday fic on time 😭

[gingerlee-holds]

I feel bad for popping a request in ☠ anyway

If you're feeling up to it, perhaps ler Todoroki x lee Reader (bc me and reader insert are inseparable /j) from MHA? Length, perhaps 900+ words if possible? But I'll be grateful for anything haha, I also don't want to force you to write more if you're not feeling inspired i'm gonna be honest here I haven't watched MHA in a long time ☠ and I have no idea what scenarios would be realistic because he's,, Todoroki,,

Personally i'm a sucker for evil/more intense tickles because I wish I was ticklish but if that makes you uncomfy do feel free to ignore :)

oh hush, you!!! i love requests, so thank you so so much!! i just hope this is somewhat what you wanted heehee- enjoy!!! i have a huge crush on this dork so that creeps in- also the reader's quirk is whatever you want it to be, cuz its not mentioned- also also!! im really really sorry if i fuck the names up cuz from what i know of the show, Todoroki is the family name, so Shoto is the given name but i could be totally wrong

i just wanna say that i really really like writing the rambly bits from Shoto about the book-

the reader is sorta a brat lol

Like Poetry

Words: 2,334 Pairing: Ler!Shoto, Lee!Reader Warnings: lotta fluff!!! not proofread!!!

You groaned as you entered the common room. Mr. Aizawa’s personal training was brutal today, and you were not looking forward to feeling how sore your muscles would be tomorrow morning. Sighing, you grabbed one of Sato’s cupcakes from the counter and flopped onto the sofa, confident it would be unoccupied. It was about seven in the evening on a Friday, which meant everyone was either in their rooms or somewhere around town. 

You huffed into the mattress before gasping at the sound of a page being turned. Looking up, you saw you were about a foot away from, in your mind, the strongest student in your class. He was sitting with perfect posture, reading a book with yellowed pages. On the coffee table sat a mug filled with tea.

Shoto Todoroki didn’t look up from his book at you. If he knew you were there, he didn’t show it. He silently read, seemingly fully absorbed. You sat upright, shaking off the embarrassment of almost landing on him, of all people. 

You cleared your throat and gobbled up your cupcake in one bite, setting the wrapper down next to his tea. Still, he didn’t move. Raising an eyebrow, you poked him in the side to get his attention, and the surprised gasp he gave made you giggle. Shoto looked at you, brow furrowed in annoyance, but his face soon softened when you smiled and waved.

“Hi!” you said chipperly. 

He nodded politely in return. “Hello, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”

With a chuckle, you shoved his shoulder. “No worries! Whatcha reading, bookworm?”

Shoto tilted his head. “I’m not a worm.”

You sighed and repeated your question without the tease. You loved that your classmate was so adorably literal. 

“I’m reading this book of old poetry. I don’t remember where I got it - it feels like my family’s always had it lying around. I decided to read it today since everyone’s out.” His voice was calm as he spoke.

You were somewhat interested in the subject but mostly just wanted to hear him talk some more. It was so rare that he spoke. “Anything good in there?”

“I found this one that I liked,” Shoto said before flipping back a few pages. “Rain on lemongrass. / Ash trees weep o’er their lost sun: / Their light and love, gone.”

The poem made you hum in thought. “What’s it about?”

“Well, isn’t it obvious?” he asked. Taken on its face, it was an insulting question, but you knew Shoto was genuinely unsure whether to explain it. You shook your head in reply. “The poem is about heartbreak. A woman falls in love with someone, and suddenly, that person has to leave. The woman feels like she has nothing left as she cries into a world that has bigger concerns than her. Soon, perhaps, her love shall return, the sun re-emerging from the clouds, but there’s also the possibility that she doesn’t last until then, and the wind blows her over. Ash trees symbolize grief, so perhaps they may never meet again. The lemongrass, evoking a cheerful memory, is smothered under the rains that hide her beloved.” Suddenly, he looked up from the page. “Sorry, I didn’t realize I was rambling.”

You scratched your head. “How did you get all that from just three lines?” You didn’t mind, of course. He was cute when he rambled. To your great surprise, he let out a soft and sheepish smile. 

“Well, I suppose I have too much time on my hands,” he said, looking away. You smirked and poked his side again, giggling at his surprised reaction. Shoto let out a muffled yelp and jumped, glaring at you suspiciously and rubbing his side. “Quit that.” 

“Sorry, Icy-hot! Can’t be helped!” You held up both your hands in mock surrender.

“Hm,” Shoto mumbled, looking back to the book. “This book was written entirely by hand. See? This character is slightly different here, here, and here,” he continued, pointing at different parts of the page. “And from what I can tell, its publication predates quirks, hence why they are not mentioned. If they had quirks, you would think there’d be a suggestion of their existence, no? Yet there’s nothing. For all intents and purposes, it seems like this book is a remnant of a simpler world.” His expression looked distant as if his mind were a hundred miles and years away. 

You leaned back, folding your arms behind your head. “Sounds dorky. Maybe you should tell Deku! I’m sure he’d be all too interested,” you chuckled, then looked over. If he heard your comment, he gave no sign. He must still be lost in thought. Looking down at his side, you saw it was perfectly exposed. You were pushing your luck. Then again, what is a hero if not someone who tries their luck? You pursed your lips together and quickly extended your hand to poke Shoto’s side again. 

But he was faster. As if expecting your reckless act, he set his book down and grabbed your hand before it made contact in one fluid movement. “You don’t listen, do you?”

“I do my utmost to avoid doing that, yes,” you said, giggling nervously. His grip was firm, giving you no delusions of escape. His hand was chilly, as if Shoto was threatening to encase your whole arm in ice at any moment. You tugged slightly.

He didn’t let go. “No, you need to learn this lesson.” Somehow, that was among the scariest things you’ve ever heard, right alongside the speech of the hero killer and Mr. Aizawa announcing an extra homework assignment before the summer break. Shoto pushed your legs toward the end of the couch, pinning you to his chest with both hands held behind you. You shuddered as Shoto said, “Now, learn well.”

Since both your hands were stuck behind you against his torso, you couldn’t defend yourself whatsoever when he descended both hands onto your stomach. You erupted into bright, bubbly laughter and kicked your feet like that would do anything to help. All that went through your head was repeated, ‘Oh, fuck, that tickles!’ 

You heard Shoto’s hum of approval from behind you as he clawed his fingers over the thin fabric of your shirt. “Interesting,” he mumbled to himself. 

“ShIhihihihIt! ShohOhOHohotoHoHoho!” You shook your head and thrashed all you could, but it didn’t matter. Shoto was stronger, and he would make sure you knew it. 

“Yes, Y/N?” he asked casually.

“STohohoHOAhaap!!” It didn’t have a chance of working, but it didn’t hurt to try.

“No.” Shoto’s clawed hands squeezed around your stomach in circles, taking a moment to dwell on your extra-ticklish lower stomach, which he took delight in exploiting. If you didn’t know any better, you would even say he enjoyed it as much as you were. 

“NohOHoHOhoHT TheheHEherre!” you pleaded helplessly, throwing your head back to give your torturer the best puppy eyes you could… although they were far less effective than you had hoped since they were quickly squeezed shut in uproarious laughter. 

“Here? Right here, yes?” Shoto released a flurry of pokes on your lower stomach as if he wanted confirmation.

You nodded and hiccupped, doing all you could to contain the blush that bloomed on your face at the sound of his cooing hum. Mercifully, he gave you a break, and you panted for breath against him. “Shihihitt…” you giggled, squirming in his grasp to get the ghost tickles off your tummy. 

“Here,” Shoto said, and you turned to see he was holding up his mug for you. Gratefully, you took a big sip of the refreshing tea, smiling a little at the warmth of it. It was strangely sweet; you had expected Shoto to only like the bitter teas, but surprisingly, the flavor was somewhat sugary. As if reading your mind, Shoto said, “It’s chamomile. It helps me relax.” He took the mug from your mouth and set it back on the table. 

Shoto cleared his throat. “Now,” he began, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Is my release dependent on how I answer that?”

“Yes.”

“Then… Never!” You madly giggled as you attempted to escape his grasp before quickly regretting it. He had you suitably pinned, and to further reinforce his lesson, you realized with terror that he was rolling up your shirt to your ribs. “Wait, Shoto-!”

Your tormentor didn’t give you time to finish. Without fanfare, his hands descended onto your exposed tummy. Instead of clawing around, as he had done before, he was using quick scribbles, which, coupled with his cold fingers on your bare skin, was maddening. 

“SHohOhoHOTO!” You had no idea you were so ticklish! By the looks of things, it seemed like he had been in tickle fights before, and from how badly he was wrecking you, he was used to winning them. 

He hummed in thought as your thrashing weakened. “Your belly button is incredibly ticklish,” he observed. It was, to your dismay, very accurate. It didn’t help that his cold finger was heightening the feeling!

“PLehEHehEHHEase! MeheHEheheercyy!” you squealed out, kicking and bucking like a horse.

“Goodness, you’re dramatic. It’s only tickling, Y/N. If anything, this should build your endurance. What if the League captured you? I doubt you’d last a minute before you spill everything you know if they knew this weakness of yours.”

Why did he have to be so monotone with his teasing? He sounded so casual as if he were still explaining the history of that old book - only he was speaking over your hysterical cackling. He was a fast learner, too: he was pretty adept at locating the spots that got an especially wild reaction out of you and cruel in punishing them.

Shoto’s fingers increased in pace while always keeping one wiggling about in your navel. “I know,” he said, “I get it; you’re very, very ticklish. Now calm down.” You could hear the smile in his voice. He was having fun! “I wonder… you’ve inspired me to write my own poetry! Let’s see…” He paused to think, unfortunately not slowing down the tickles, making you yelp and shriek. “Ticklish cutie / Squealing on the couch with glee / With a cute tummy,” he slowly said as if writing it down. With a gasp, you felt him do just that, writing down the poem on your belly with the tip of his fingernail. 

You turned beet-red as you threw your head back, your laughter turning silent. You had long since begun crying with delight, and tears rolled down your cheeks in rivers, but he didn’t stop until you started coughing. With a chuckle, he released you, and you panted for breath. You didn’t move from his lap, and Shoto didn’t seem to mind. He gently placed a hand on your forehead, tilting it toward him. 

“Are you alright?” he asked gently. You nodded with a smile, which he returned. His smile was inviting, like a sunbeam on a winter’s day. He slowly helped you sit back up and handed you his mug again. You eagerly gulped it down. The tea was warm and sweet, and when you finished it and set it back on the table, you realized that Shoto wasn’t too different. 

“Thank you, Shoto,” you said softly.

“For the tea?”

“Yes,” you replied, “and… for the tickles. It… helped me unwind.” You looked away and rubbed your neck shyly. 

“You’re welcome, Y/N. It was fun for me, too. I don’t think I’ve ever heard you laugh like that.” He smiled again, a small treat like candy. “It’s nice to see you so carefree. You’re usually a ball of nerves,” Shoto admitted bluntly, making you sigh and nod in agreement. 

You basked in the silence for a bit before both of you suddenly looked up. That was the unmistakable sound of… And right on cue, the word ‘mumble’ began to figuratively float across your field of view. At its origin, you and Shoto saw Izuku madly scribbling in his notebook and mumbling about something. You swore you caught the words “ticklish,” “stomach,” and “squeals.” 

Behind Izuku, standing in the hallway, were Ochaco, Denki, Tsuyu, Mina, Eijiro, and Kyoka. The first two desperately attempted to quiet Izuku, to no avail. You sat bolt upright, glaring at the unwelcome audience. 

Eijiro broke the silence with a playful swat to the back of Izuku’s head. “You got us caught with your nerd shit, Deku,” he joked, making the green-haired hero look away backfully. 

“That was adorable!” Mina grinned, pointing at you. “You made a bunch of noise, so we wanted to check it out!” 

“You’d better erase what you wrote, Deku.” You spoke calmly but in a way that gave no misapprehensions about your seriousness. 

Ochaco looked over Izuku’s shoulder. “Doesn’t look like he’s gonna do that.”

“Midoriya,” Shoto spoke up. “Be sure to write that they couldn’t use their quirk while being tickled.”

You gasped at the betrayal. “Don’t you fucking dare write that, Deku!”

With a glance, Denki, Kyoka, and Tsuyu replied simultaneously, “Oh, he’s already writing it.”

With a growl, you shot from the couch. “You’re fucking dead, Deku!” Your classmates yelped with shock and ran down the hall from you, stifling their giggles. 

Eijiro, egging you on, tossed back over his shoulder a snide, “Now you’re sounding like Katsuki!”

“Oh, I’ll make Katsuki look like a fucking bag of pop rocks when I’m done with you idiots!” Your threat carried no heat since it was filled with giggles. You couldn’t help but laugh at the ludicrousness of the situation, smiling fondly at how much you loved your friends.

And behind you, on the couch, Shoto grinned with pride as he picked up his book to continue reading. He was glad he had been allowed to be so affectionate with someone for a chance. Absent-mindedly, he picked up his mug of tea for a sip but sighed disappointingly at the lack of tea inside. Maybe he needed bigger mugs. 

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Hoi! Any hcs for Lee/Ler Lucifer? I haven’t seen that many tickle hcs for him yet!

Indeed! I do <33

LEE:

DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON HOW TICKLISH THIS MAN IS

He’s almost like the most ticklish demon EVER.

Charlie definitely tried tickling him a when she was a kid when she saw her dad upset or overwhelmed.

Lucifer is a massive hider when it comes to tickle fights!

He 100% definitely loves getting tickled but he’s such a bad liar when he says he doesn’t.

His wings… OH HELL… Having six of them makes it unbearable for him to resist the urge of laughing.

Like if you tried to tickle all of them at the same time I guarantee he’ll be squirming like a worm.

But be careful bc his wings can flap rapidly when you tickle them. But being the gentle king he is he tries not to hurt his Ler.

LER:

Very gentle with his Lee.

He doesn’t go hard with his tickles. He simply goes fast and slow.

He LOVES to tease his lee.

“Oh, is this your tickle spot~? What about here? Here!? EVERYWHERE?!” Or “Coochie, coochie, goo~! The tickle monsters got you!”

Lucifer DEFINITELY has tickled his daughter when she was little.

Uses his six wings to trap and tickle his lee.

Can trick them into a hug and start to wreck his lee.

He stops whenever you want him to.

Makes ducks for tickling from time to time.

Ig that’s all I got! These were fun to write! <33

[fluffyenergee]

Heavy sees another merc is upset, and as a resident tickle monster (because c'mon, he has three sisters) he picks up the other merc to tickle them.

How does he tickle them and how does the person react?

It's one thing that he has three sisters and another that he has many other excellent tickle monster qualities as well :D. So yes, of course he is the ler in the team, and so in this scenario:

Scout: Heavy picks him up, throws him over his shoulder, keeps him there with one arm while his other hand is going after Scout's legs - mainly behind his knees and feet, but calves and thighs are still very much on the table. Scout meanwhile is laughing and squirming and trying his best to free himself while also knowing there's no way he will be able to do that. He's also punching Heavy on the back while demanding him to release him. It doesn't work :3. Good, considering Scout actually likes it and that guy loves cheer up tickles. One more thing worth including here is that Scout finds tickles from behind more flustering than from the front. There's just something so good bad about not being able to see where he'll be tickled next

Soldier: Heavy just freaking picks him up by holding one of his wrists and then tickles his outstretched armpit hehe. Soldier absolutely freaks, kicking and wiggling and flailing his free hand and at first he might look like he's fighting for his life but actually after a while it's sooo visible how much he's enjoying himself and his smile is so genuine even as he's screaming at Heavy to "stop using those commie techniques" on him because they won't work anyway

Pyro: All Heavy has to do is call Pyro over "Pyro, come, Heavy makes better." And once upset Peebo does Heavy picks him up by his sides and then! Squeezes! Pyro almost intantly squirms lightly while letting out muffled giggles. Overall, you can clearly say how much he likes it and to the point that if Heavy stops too soon Pyro will grumble and reach out his hands towards him while bouncing on his toes so Heavy does it all again.

Demoman: Heavy scoops him up bridal style, uncovers his tummy, lifts it higher to his lips, and then, of course, raspberries follow making Demo cackle and push at Heavy, yelling "Heavy! Lad! Ack- NOHOHOHO, LEHEHET ME DOHOHOWN!". Heavy, of course, does not for a good while.

Engineer: Heavy holds him with one arm against him while worming one hand under his overalls to prod and poke and squeeze at his tummy. Yeah, sorry, I'm never recovering from lee!Engineer being tickled by his ler showing their hands under his overalls, if there's lee!Engie in my post this is going to happen, sorry not sorry >.>. Anyway, Engie's reaction is to arch his back and tense up and telling Heavy to put him down while snickering and trying his best not to burst into laughter. I mean, his tummy is his most ticklish spot, so even if Heavy's being nice it's not exactly easy to survive.

Medic: Heavy picks him up in such a way that ensures Medic's facing him and goes after his neck with raspberries. This is Medic's most ticklish spot and normally this combined with his shemeless need for tickles makes it his favourite spot. So even if he's upset enough that he's grumbling and acting like he doesn't want it ultimately abusing that most ticklish spot is the best way. So at first Medic might genuinely protest but very quickly his love for tickles will take over and then he's shrieking in happiness. He needed that

Sniper: Hear me out. Heavy picks him up and sits him on his shoulder and then? He tickles his feet (after removing his shoes if needed). Sniper thinks this position is so unserious but at the same time he can't help but laugh while also holding onto Heavy not to fall but at the same time he's trying to get free. And his legs are kicking while he's trying sooo hard to remain normal and absolutely failing. It's so stupid in fact he can't help but be amused on top of, of course, being tickled so it very much works.

Spy: listen, Spy is dangerous when provoked and while he is close to the person who did this so Heavy holds him away from his body. In practice it looks really stupid because he holds Spy by his sides, away from his body and kinda upwards (hey, Upwards is a tf2 map, hehe) so it looks like he's offering the French bastard to the sun or something. Anyway. While doing that he's tickling him be squeezing everywhere he can reach - his sides, ribs, hips. And no, Heavy's not afraid of Spy hurting him, but he's doing all that to cheer him up, not to have a fight.

I'm actually so obsessed now with that position I gave for Sniper. Uh oh.

[legs-like-jelly]

ooouyguuhuuhugh i just had a mental image. mildly inspired by the op of that ask where orion slows the entire group down with a tickle fight. imagine him post-coggening dragging dee into a tickle fight and the other is lowkey losing- orion has him pinned and is just absolutely wrecking him. he's internally hoping that this helps dee spring back a bit, lose that contemplative and angry air around him.

dee is cackling and trying to push him away, and orion takes advantage to worm his digits into the gap in his plating under his arm. dee almost shrieks in laughter as a hand shoots out, pushing at orion's face- it slips off orion's face and skates past his helm. brushing against a finial.

almost instantly orion squeaks, jerking back as his optics are widening in confusion- he's pulled back, hands to his chest as he just stares in mild disbelief at dee, who's just staring back. dee slowly asks through giggles just- what that was, and orion says back that- he doesn't know! how could he?

before he can react, dee is leaning forward, reaching up- orion squeals as he lightly runs a finger up one finial, twisting away as the finial flicks away from the touch. he jerks away from the touch, and dee takes advantage- he pushes orion back further, reversing the roles and kneeling over the other even as he takes the opportunity to breathe, before saying that- that was interesting. and orion's already grinning, wobbly and unsure as he tries to get free and says that they're just- they were just messing around, but he was done, they could stop-

and then dee reaches up and scritches a finger over orion's finial. and that's how they find out that orion's new finials are so absurdly ticklish it isn't even funny. dee relishes getting the opportunity to turn the tables and orion is already laughing from the other tickling his ribs and sides and it's just made worse every time dee leans forward and blows raspberries or pecks little ticklish kisses allllll over those sensitive finials. it's one of the rare times where dee gets back at orion for decimating him - 🥝

can i have this ask implanted into my brain via lobotomy needle. please. please. i've been looking at it all day, please.

more of these mini fics will cure me, kiwi. i love then i love them i lo-

imagine if dee is in a really REALLY bad ler mood and when he sees orion's finials flick his servos twitch- BECAUSE HE WANTS TO JUST SCRIBBLE AND LIGHTLY PINCH THE,M AND ARRTGHHHRGCSDFGHSKDFKJDKJFKERJEJK

he sooo gets him when they're out camping though...ouuhhrhvjjrjvjjjddjejfg he will tickle those finials if its THE LAST THING HE EVER DOES!!!

[random-tickle-stuff]

Royal Margarine Headcanons please I need more of this pathetic man

Figured I'd group these together since there were two asking for this boyfailure lol

Royal Margarine Cookie tickle headcanons

General

LEE

Absolutely a lee 100%

He adamantly denies being ticklish and claims to be a ler but he is pure lee and it's very obvious

Stupidly ticklish and finds it embarrassing

His worst spots are his neck, sides, and tummy, but you can get him laughing just about everywhere

Lee

Oh boy where do I begin

Squirmy as heck

Flails and squeals and squirms and is just a very squirmy lee all around

Gets super flustered too, expect his face to be very very red by the end of it

Snorts when he's got especially good and HATES it

But don't take anything he says as true, the man's a liar and he also lies about hating being tickled

He actually really likes it but just finds it flustering as hell and won't admit it

Buttercream tickles him all the time, usually nuzzling or nibbling as his tummy and neck and it drives him crazy

Gets all huffy afterwards but give him some good cuddles and he'll be fine

Raspberries are DEATH for this pathetic little man

Give him some raspberries on his neck of tummy and he'll absolutely SCREAM and wriggle like a worm on a hook

Ler

On the very rare chance he's ler he's actually pretty good at it

He can tease pretty decently as well, usually going for the basic teases or being a a little shit in general

Or complimenting the lee to try and fluster him, it depends on the person and how he's feeling that day

Buttercream helps him out as well by holding the lee in place sometimes or nibbling at their tummy or ribs

I could see him using that bit of facial hair he has to his advantage for nuzzles or tickly kisses and stuff

Tries to do sneak attacks but like.. absolutely sucks at being sneaky

Please humor him he's trying his best

Or don't I don't care either way

Aftercare usually consists of relaxing and cuddling with him and Buttercream as he rambles on about whether

[hearted-anon]

Mr Rich Man

Words: 1075

Notes: for @hi-im-1niki1-minaj333mwah love you <3

T/w: none, all soft tickling

Lee: Know

Ler(s): Jisung and Felix

Lee Know sighed beside the brownie boy as the beeps of the recording sounded throughout the dorms, failing to get the steps to this Tiktok again. Felix snickered beside him, trying his utmost best to get him to at least like the music in the background, but it was much more difficult than it seemed. After all, who would like this stupid annoying cat song continuously playing in his ears like a cartoon intro?

Jisung frowned behind the camera as his head cracked for ways to make this more enjoyable than it was, watching the cats struggle in front of him as their moves went out of coordination, their aegyo would feel too forced or they just simply forgot to start on time. Humming in thought, he eventually settled for faking some funny scenarios from the top of his head.

Right in the middle of their filming.

Abruptly, their moves paused as they watched the quokka pretend to fence in the background, before bursting into laughter. Their backs bended forwards as their fists clenched trying to hold in their laughter, reaching for the pause button to end their embarrassing bout of laughter. But as Jisung aided them in ending another failed shot, he noticed Felix’s eyes settled on Minho’s through his chuckles.

“W-What?” Lee Know got out through ragged breaths, noticing two pairs of sunshine-like eyes boring into him, sending a shiver of anxiety down his spine. Was he not meant to laugh? Had he done something wrong yet again?

“I want to hear that laugh again, come here hyung!” Felix yelled like a war cry before pouncing onto the older kitten, securing his place on his thighs. He craved- no, needed, that rich laughter he swore that could heal all his wounds immediately. Jisung, as curious as he was, waddled over to the duo where a very feisty cat was struggling to push the brownie boy off; he had his mind set on that goal and was going to achieve it, no. matter. what.

“G-Get away from ME! F-Fehehelix!” Minho shrieked, before fingers descended onto his stomach, tensed up into a row of abs that were practically begging to be wrecked. Squeezing and poking along the muscles softly, the Aussie’s eyes widened at the precious laughter and soft giggles that poured from the cat’s mouth, more than adoring it. Han eventually made his way over, squeezing his fingers into the oldest of the trio’s neck to wiggle and gently scribble along it.

“So cute! Why haven’t you told us you can laugh like this?!” Jisung fawned, eyes softening in love for the older’s laugh, deep and almost like it was rich in love and everything he could ever look for in life; the sunshine duo definitely planned on doing this more often. Meanwhile, the poor dancer was unable to find a singular exit out, cheeks beginning to redden under the continuous soft tickles.

“S-Stahahap it! Yohohou brahahats- eheheh!” Minho whined, covering up his stomach while his shoulders glued themselves to his ears. However, the sunshines simply opted for finding other spots to torment, Lix’s tiny fingers worming themselves through the kitten’s arms to his sides, poking and scratching the area ever so gently. Jisung scratched at the nape of his neck, blowing cold air into his ear to earn a hiccup.

“Nah ah ah~ That laughter is too cute to stop just yet~” Jisung taunted, whispering right into the oldest’s sensitive ears to watch them burn a bright red. They watched as if they were in love with the cat they had caught with all the noises they were hearing, the usually stoic cat now reduced to heaps of sweet, almost sugary giggles as they would put it; they were addicted to it and would never not be able to get enough of it.

“We aren’t brats, we love you hyung~” Felix cooed, leaning down to nuzzle his head against the oldest, earning a panicked snort. Just like that, they both froze in their tracks, staring down at the reddening dancer. It was rare to ever see him blush this hard under anyone younger than him, usually only giving into his fate when a sneaky leader would come to hunt him down; which more than often he avoided.

���Don’t look at me like that!” Lee Know barked, almost…upset that they stopped. A pout began to form on his lower lip, brows furrowing before his fists tugged and pulled at the Aussie’s fingers on his sides, which had completely frozen from the pig-like snort. Jisung too, had quit his gentle yet torturous assault on the poor boy, making him take his tantrum even further. As if they could read his mind, the sunshines smirked towards each other telepathically.

“You want us to continue?” Jisung chimed, with a knowing smile on his face. Although Minho knew they were genuinely trying to reassure him of his boundaries; they knew how sensitive and upset the cat could be when his boundaries were overstepped, he continued to pout, feeling his heart sink when the fingers refused to move. Taking in a deep sigh, Felix pinched up and down his sides once more, earning another adorable snort when Han massaged his shoulder blades.

“Ahahah- I-It tickles!” Minho whimpered, stamping his feet onto the wooden floor in a futile attempt to relieve the joyous sensations he loved so much. The sunshines hearts melted at this, what wasn’t to like about a grumpy cat being cheered up with smiles, snorts and giggles?! Leaning in, their heads clashed slightly as they nuzzled around in the oldest’s neck, pulling him to sit up to allow easier access.

“Really? How much from 1 to 10?” Felix teased with a soft smile.

“Are you happy now hyung?” Jisung inquired with a dimpled grin.

“Tehehehen! Y-Yehehes! Eek!” Minho could just feel his face practically being set on fire, the tender fingers that made sure his body was handled as if made of glass melting his entire mind; he couldn’t even register those words into his puddle of a brain that whatever the sunshines were spewing were meant to fluster him. Seeing that they have very much killed their hyung’s ability to think, both Jisung and Felix let up, rubbing at his chest and back in soothing circles as the cat laid still, only that same, deep, rich and happy laughter flowing from his mouth mindlessly.

“How about we try that Tiktok again now that you’re smiling hyung?”